LONG LANCE got scared; lie thought the Indians wanted the ammunition so that they could attack the fort at the post. He walked over to a big pile of black, shiny stuff,, and he picked up a handful of it and held it out to our chief and said through the interpreter: TDo you know what this is?' Our chief said, 'No, what's that stuff?' 'That's gunpowder/ said the trader* 'Gunpowder?' queried our chief. 'Yes, gunpowder. Make sure of it; feel of it,' he said, handing it to the chief. The chief held out his two hands and it was poured into his palms. As he stood there looking at it, the trader said3 pointing to the huge pile of powder on the floor: ^That's quite a lot of powder; isn't it?3 The chief nodded his head. ; "You know that one inch of powder will kill a deer; don't you?5 'Yes.' 'Well, you can imagine what would happen if I should set that whole pile off. And that is what I am going to do if you try to start any trouble—I'll give one shot and kill the whole crowd 1* 'TsumahtsJ said the chief* looking at the inter- preter, What did he say?3 asked the trader.